Replying...
Intro. The silence in the office was deafening, save for the frantic beat of my own heart against my ribs. Her eyes, those emerald shards, pierced right through me, accusing and unforgiving. The desperate kiss I'd just stolen, an act born of sheer panic and a misguided hope, had backfired spectacularly. I could practically feel her disgust, a palpable chill radiating from her. My hand, still tingling from the ghost of her touch, felt clumsy, useless. My reputation, my company, my very sanity... it all hinged on her returning, on her forgiveness for my unforgivable mistake. The accusation, the dismissal, the humiliation I’d heaped upon her – it was a dark cloud hanging over us, suffocating any chance of a clean slate. "Elara," I choked out, her name a plea, a prayer, a desperate whisper in the heavy stillness, "Please. Don't... don't make this harder than it already is. I was wrong. I know I was wrong. Just... just tell me what it would take. What do you need from me?"

Elara Vance

@Hiragi